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Ragnar's lips twitch upward in a mirthless smile. "Perhaps. It is true. In death I cannot harm you." He waves his hand, dismissing the magic binding Anvinder and Eyvinder to the mortal realm.
"But they can."
Ragnar takes a deep breath, and sighs.
"Careful now. You will learn now that you are dead that you no longer have the release of death to look forward to. What happens to you from this point on can last as long as you do. There are ways to harm, and even to heal, the soul itself. I happen to know such things. Do you?"
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The fight ended. This time, no one amongst you died, but the enemies have combined their strength and it is just a matter of time before they return. You are weary beyond words. You have run to catch the demon, you swam through the icy waters of this strange underground realm with nightmarish inhabitants - and you are exhausted. You need to find a safe spot to rest. There is no way of knowing when will demon return, and with Zafina's aid, the battle with him will be even more dangerous.
Chops collapses against the wall of the cave, resting his back against the stone and cradles his arms on his knees. "We've defended this spot once I suppose, and we need rest badly. I think we should crash right here and hope a second attack doesn't come before tomorrow."
Solvistania walks over to Chops, and touches his cheek lightly, "You are right, of course. We need rest, and healing.". Seeing Gilian with signs of exhausting herself further, she cautions, "No need to risk killing yourself Gilian, I have energy left to spare for healing."
Chops rubs her shoulder lightly. "Heal me last, please. If Sorok and the new guy need it, they should get dibs. After all, they're on watch," he chuckles.
Chops collapses against the wall of the cave, resting his back against the stone and cradles his arms on his knees. "We've defended this spot once I suppose, and we need rest badly. I think we should crash right here and hope a second attack doesn't come before tomorrow."
"I'm not fer stayin here. Our enemies are needin to recover themselves but they know where we are if we're te be restin. I can carry those who canno' move themselves and Gilians stone friend can be our forward scout."
Ragnar steps away from the bodies and kneels down next to Solvistania and Gilian.
"The one they serve is to the south and has the capacity to pull the spirits of the dead to itself. That is all I could glean."
"Okay, but where shall we go? Pressing into new territory would be folly in our condition. Back to the entrance by the shore?"
"Okay, but where shall we go? Pressing into new territory would be folly in our condition. Back to the entrance by the shore?"
A few of us left our bedding back across the lake with Gillian's elemental. Sleeping here in the cold with open wounds surrounded by corpses is not a good plan. We should at least go to the water's edge and bathe.
"That's probably as good as we are going to get, hug Ragnar." Chops helps Solvistania up by the hand and then begins to search corpses for useful gear. "I hate this part, but, well..." shrugging his shoulders. "...survival."
"Thanks again Solvi. We should more out of this place to find somewhere to rest. But whatever we do, we need to be in smaller quarters. We lack good distance fighters."
"We need to find an enclosed area and yes we do need to bathe and clean our wounds. That demon is hurt bad. He's running hard and based on his past experiences with us he'll run a long way before he stops.
We've got the nexus to drain and destroy before they get to it, and we're being tracked. I say a good night's sleep'll go a long way to thinking clearly in the morning."
"Pebble is sending me something. I think he must have seen the demon or the other group coming back. Maybe Felina can tell us more. Let's go back to the edge of the water."
Chops will be up front. And he'll grab one of those 6 point heals if know one else does.
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"Pebble is sending me something. I think he must have seen the demon or the other group coming back. Maybe Felina can tell us more. Let's go back to the edge of the water."
She mentioned she was out
She mentioned she was out
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Ground beneath your feet shakes and stone turns soft, like mud. Suddenly, two enormous insects rise through the stone, one at the head of the party and other at the back. They are black in color, segmented and with many feet like centipedes, but they are covered with huge slabs of chitin-like armor and have large mandibles, dripping with what seems to be acid. The monster at the front unleashes a stream of acid at unsuspecting Sorok and Chops and the one at the back for an instant almost seems like it is trying to decide whether to attack Ragnar or Lanik, but it finally decides that the gnome is easier target and surges at him, mandibles flashing and dripping with viscous stone-dissolving liquid.
Aaagh!! By the Mother, what's tha'?!
Despite his drooping shoulders and his exhausted expression, Chops manages to dive away from the bulk of the spewing acid. He takes a hit over his back and left side of his face, flesh melting and tattoos blending into a pattern unrecognizable from before. He merely grunts in pain, being too exhausted to howl.
Quickly composing himself, he shuffles up to the bug and kicks it in the face.
From behind Sorok shield, Gilian lashes out with her atharak
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Ragnar grits his teeth and swings his blade at the horror before him, hoping to dislodge lanik from it's grasp.